A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

Evans was born

one who picked the

there was a simple building with windows that had a Light

feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a warm house

round, no matter

His thin stature made the hospital gown look

doctor had almost given up on

still alive. He had lived two months longer than the

him with a glass of water and medicine

take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a

like he had

at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured,

twitched when

“Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would

her favorite

suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby

this, he began to fumble

he stopped

but he never did. It seemed it

call her,” he said to

give Cecilia

sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed

“Please take your medicine.

buy you some pumpkin

the medicines from him and swallowed them without a

a nurse came in to help put on the medical

was done, Mark looked

on his phone got weaker

rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had

Alexis. He dreamed

had almost given up on

Mark was still alive. He had lived two months longer than the doctor

standing behind him with a glass of water and medicine in his

take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a

like he had not heard

just stood there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day.

twitched when

year, the Evans Gardon

favorite food,”

what to say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have

to fumble in his pocket

he stopped and

never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all.

better not call her,” he said

didn’t have to give Cecilia

sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and

“Please take your medicine.

bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You

medicines from him and swallowed them without

on the bed, and a nurse came in

was done, Mark looked sideways at

phone got weaker and weaker until he

to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he

birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he

behavior was much like that of

a while and call him “Uncle

in his dream was

nestled in his arms and gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark,

this point,

hospital room were

gently closed his eyes

needed to have more

ward, but he felt cold all over his body.

buy the pumpkin pies

plump foreign nurse was

wanted to return home. He missed

Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road,

knew he couldn’t change anything

he would never give up as long as he

still continued to hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and have

stay strong and fight

he was finding it difficult to

started to make paper planes. He knew

told Mark that he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast

wanted to go there because he

boy. Mark’s pale fingers trembled as

back to the hospital

into a snowstorm on his way,

time. The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to his boss with a

saw the paper planes Mark had been making and

neatly arranged the paper planes and

have some of your pumpkin

Mark only actually

more

putting it in his mouth, he put down the spoon because he felt

narrowed his eyes and looked

really want to go back home and have a family

Angela’s Library

But he could

could ask him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It

was around 4 a.m.

was somehow a little upset when he looked at the caller ID. For a long time, he didn’t say or

you,” Peter urged in

into

silly boy,”

It was an international

voice sounded a little

him when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to

a girl that

phone trembled so violently that he couldn’t say anything

Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin

Mark closed his eyes.

will take a flight to come see you next week. I’ll

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, no matter what,

that except for the emotional entanglement with

the first half of his life. He didn’t

sniffed and put down

of the call, he never even dared to ask to

all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all

“What happened?” he asked.

up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth to a baby girl. She’s

to hear this and he did a fist

great,” he said with

a good sign on the first day of the new year. And

agreement and began to stroke

home to see

Angela’s Library

a glance

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